On the 6 hour mark, with the tired sillies, Russell decided to amuse himself and I by sending me the account numbers of clients with rude names.

I mean honestly, if your name was Mr Kunt or Mrs Vagina wouldnt you be calling deed poll as soon as convenient?

Its was very juvenile, but it got me over the hump, so to speak.

Coops came over and watched some vids last night. I feel asleep through part of Hana-bi, didnt enjoy it much but the artwork was beautiful. The Royal Tenenbaums was funny and the chocolate cake was neccessary.

He left around midnight and I dragged myself to bed.

G decided to try and let himself in at 2am after a formal drunken work thingy. I had the chain on and woke up with a start thinking someone was trying to break in.

Stupidly I walked to the door in my jammies and opened it without thinking.

"Hi burgulars and rapists- I just open the door indiscriminately, so come on over"

Its amazing how your mind plays tricks on you when you live alone and how a little chain can make you feel safe, even though its a illusion.

Im glad I woke up though, imagine waking up in the dark with a strange man looking down on you, I wouldve freaked!

So tonight was the night I had put aside for the "I wanna go home" conversation, but unfortunately the footy is on, so more beer and testosterone for G and another week of keeping it inside for me.

Im going eat the rest of the cake and watch Pop Idol instead.